The feeling of not knowing the origin goes deep.
He is the hero of my youth, he starts with blushing and ends with jealousy and regret.
He is indeed the most unforgettable part of my youth, but we met too early. I want to be with him forever, but my age doesn't allow it, and reality doesn't allow it either.
I don't know why, but I always think of him. Since I can't forget him, let's say goodbye properly in this way.
This is a retrospective article. The ending will be the ending of my own imagination. What cannot be accomplished in reality can be achieved here.
Intention: None